ABOUT ABELA.

There's butter on her lip from the toast and bread crumbs on her cheek where fingers have been there and she moans endlessly about my hair or my beard Abela I tell her there's a blob of butter on your lip at the top hanging there for dear life and those books that you read she moans on those deep books with long names of writers why read them? I like them I reply as she talks the butter on her lip rides like some horse breaker Abela how's the toast? she gazes at the toast in her hand it's quite good she replies the butter is still there on her lip hanging like some kid's fresh smooth bogey I see it look away nothing more I can say.

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terry-collett

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